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Current song lyrics
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.<br />I have squandered my resistance,<br />For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.<br />All lies and jest.<br />Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.<br /><br />When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,<br />In the company of strangers,<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.<br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,<br />Where the ragged people go.<br />Lookin' for the places, only they would know.<br /><br />Lie-la-lie ...<br /><br />Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,<br />But I get no offers,<br />Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.<br />I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,<br />I took some comfort there.<br />La, la, la, la, la, la, la.<br /><br />Lie la lie...<br /><br />Lie-la-lie...<br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin? home<br />Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me goin' home.<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,<br />Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,<br />"I am leaving, I am leaving."<br />But the fighter still remains.<br /><br />Lie-la-lie ...
New song lyrics
I am just a poor boy, though my story is seldom told.<br />I have squandered my resistance,<br />For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises.<br />All lies and jest.<br />Still a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest.<br /><br />When I left my home and my family I was no more than a boy,<br />In the company of strangers,<br />In the quiet of the railway station, runnin' scared.<br />Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters,<br />Where the ragged people go.<br />Lookin' for the places, only they would know.<br /><br />Lie-la-lie ...<br /><br />Asking only workman's wages I come lookin' for a job,<br />But I get no offers,<br />Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue.<br />I do declare there were times when I was so lonesome,<br />I took some comfort there.<br />La, la, la, la, la, la, la.<br /><br />Lie la lie...<br /><br />Lie-la-lie...<br /><br />And I'm laying out my winter clothes, and wishing I was gone, goin? home<br />Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me, leadin' me goin' home.<br /><br />In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade,<br />And he carries the reminders of every glove that laid him down,<br />Or cut him 'til he cried out in his anger and his shame,<br />"I am leaving, I am leaving."<br />But the fighter still remains.<br /><br />Lie-la-lie ...
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